cub tried to soothe her.
“It’s okay,
Jaycee. Honest. He wasn’t going to hurt us.”
“Dane, that
animal wasn’t a dog. And he wasn’t tame.”
Outside, Knox
snorted. No, he was not—he fully agreed.
“He’s wild and
savage and probably had rabies. Something had to be wrong with him. I’ve never
seen a wolf approach humans like he did.”
“That’s because
he wasn’t—” One of the little female cubs started, only for her brother to
shush her.
“He wasn’t
what, honey?” the woman asked.
“Nothing,” the
girl mumbled.
“That’s it,”
the human said, sounding resolute. “We’re staying inside for the rest of the
day.”
The rest of the
day ended up being only about five minutes longer. As Knox loitered behind
their yard, he listened to the woman feed them their afternoon snack. They were
halfway through their milk and fruit slices when a minivan pulled into the
driveway outside.
The woman who
exited bore the smell of shapeshifter all over her. A jaguar. Knox dragged in
her scent to realize she was the cubs’ mother. He frowned. What the fuck was a
shapeshifter doing, driving a car, living in a human house, and leaving her
young alone with an unrelated female?
“I’m home,” she
called as she pulled open the front door. Her cubs clambered from the kitchen
to greet her. The first words out of their mouths were news of Knox’s
appearance.
“We saw a wolf.
He walked right into the backyard,” her cubs were eager to inform her.
“He wasn’t a wolf -wolf,”
one of the girls said under her breath.
The mother took
a moment to respond. Then she slowly said, “A wolf?”
“We didn’t get
to talk to him,” the other girl explained. “Jaycee frightened him off before he
could say anything.”
“It was the
scariest moment of my life,” the human murmured. “He stared at me, right in the
eye, for a full minute before turning and trotting off. Ooh. It still gives me shivers.”
Knox liked the
idea of giving her the shivers, except the shivers he wanted to deliver had
nothing to do with fear.
“I thought he
was going to kill us all.”
“I’m sure he
was merely curious,” the mother jaguar assured them, though Knox detected a note
of distrust in her voice, as if she wasn’t so certain of her own claim. “But
he’s no doubt long gone by now.”
“I hope you’re
right,” the human female answered. “I don’t fancy the idea of peeing my pants
more than once in my life.”
The jaguar
chuckled. “Regardless, I wouldn’t worry if I were you. Wolves don’t generally
attack for no reason.”
As their
conversation turned away from him and the cubs went off to play upstairs, Knox
speculated about their mother. She hadn’t sounded very pleased about his appearance.
He wondered if she had a problem with all shapeshifters or wolves in general.
Jaguars weren’t his favorite species of shifter, but he’d never had a problem
with one before.
“Jaycee,” the
jaguar said, regaining his attention as she said the human female’s name.
Jaycee. He
liked her name. It would be easy to call out whenever he came inside her.
“I’ve been
thinking, and after discussing it with Shaw, I want you to know if you’d ever
like to move back into your old room here, we’d be happy to have you.”
Knox perked to
attention, curious about the jaguar’s invitation. It was strange enough to find
shifters living among humans, but to actually invite a human—who knew nothing
of their animagus side—to stay with them grew more and more puzzling.
“Oh.” The breath
whooshed from Jaycee’s lungs. Knox wished they were standing in front of a
window so he could see her expression. “Thank you,” she rushed the words, “but
I know you don’t need me here twenty-four hours a day anymore. With the
children sleeping through the night, there’s no need—”
“I know. I
just…I thought it might be easier for you. I know how difficult it must be to
maintain your bills all alone with